Readers' Favorite Memories of Dad

In honor of Father's Day, we asked you to send us a favorite memory and photo of your father. We were touched by the outpouring of fond, and sometimes hilarious, tributes to dads. While we can't feature them all, we are sharing a few of our favorites with you. For everything that you do, cheers to you, Dad.

Thanks for Coming to the Rescue

Thanks for Coming to the Rescue

"I was walking our dog with my father when a neighbor's dog dashed toward us. Suddenly I was turning round and round with the dogs chasing each other around me — in a not entirely friendly way. Becoming dizzy, I collapsed on the grass, but the dogs didn't stop running and growling. My dad, thinking the other dog would turn on me, stepped forward to get between them and me and nearly fell down himself.

All right, that's not unusual; fathers protect their daughters every day. But at the time I was 64 and he was 91. In his tenth decade, he still felt that he should put himself between me and any danger." — Sara Burroughs, Shreveport LA

Thanks for Your Example

Thanks for Your Example

"My parents retired and moved to Arizona in 1994, but my dad was not meant to sit still. Since he loved children, he applied to become a school bus driver. My dad loved every minute driving "his" bus, as he called it.

On Halloween the school allowed him to dress as Dr. Seuss. He had so much fun and the children loved him! This picture is from one Halloween when he drove the bus and took my son (his grandson) to school with him for the day. They had a blast.

When my dad passed away I asked the school if they could bring "his" bus to the funeral home as I knew my dad would be watching and so happy to see it. Sure enough, the day of his funeral, there was his sparkling clean bus parked outside with a sign that the kids made for him.

Today, I volunteer at the school library my son attends. The school was celebrating Dr. Seuss' 100th Birthday, so I dressed up as Dr. Seuss and read to the children. I could actually feel my dad watching and smiling down at me." — Beverlee Feldman